Hillbilly Senator?
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Reason magazine’s Robby Soave on Vance’s volte face over Trump, now that he’s running for the Senate seat:
“It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Donald Trump”.
Only non-witches get due process.
- Cotton Mather, Salem Massachusetts, 1692
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Reason magazine’s Robby Soave on Vance’s volte face over Trump, now that he’s running for the Senate seat:
“It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Donald Trump”.
@jon-nyc said in Hillbilly Senator?:
Reason magazine’s Robby Soave on Vance’s volte face over Trump, now that he’s running for the Senate seat:
“It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Donald Trump”.
If anyone missed the reference those are the closing lines of 1984.
“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."
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@jon-nyc said in Hillbilly Senator?:
Reason magazine’s Robby Soave on Vance’s volte face over Trump, now that he’s running for the Senate seat:
“It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Donald Trump”.
If anyone missed the reference those are the closing lines of 1984.
“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."
@jon-nyc said in Hillbilly Senator?:
@jon-nyc said in Hillbilly Senator?:
Reason magazine’s Robby Soave on Vance’s volte face over Trump, now that he’s running for the Senate seat:
“It was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Donald Trump”.
If anyone missed the reference those are the closing lines of 1984.
“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."
Because TDS is the sane, objective view which is totally not socially coerced. While an understanding or support of Trump's policies and overall direction, as compared to those of the left, is insane Trumpism for which people sell their souls. Of course.
Maybe Loki will let us know how Vance now supports Capitol invasions and other armed coup attempts against our very democracy.
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The Moral Collapse of J. D. Vance
Instead of a truth-teller in his own community, Vance as a candidate has become a contemptible and cringe-inducing clown.
What do we call a man who turns on everything he once claimed to believe? For a practitioner of petty and self-serving duplicity, we use “sellout” or “backstabber.” (Sometimes we impugn the animal kingdom and call him a rat, a skunk, or a weasel.) For grand betrayals of weightier loyalties—country and faith—we invoke the more solemn terms of “traitor” or “apostate.”
But what should we call J. D. Vance, the self-described hillbilly turned Marine turned Ivy League law-school graduate turned venture capitalist turned Senate candidate? Words fail. His perfidy to his own people in Ohio is too big to allow him to escape with the label of “opportunist,” and yet the shabbiness and absurdity of his Senate campaign is too small to brand him a defector or a heretic.
My friend Preet Bharara, the former U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, tried to describe Vance recently and came up with “pathetic loser poser fake jerk,” but that is a lot of words. To distill the essence of Vance as a public figure, the word that enters my mind is an anatomical reference beginning with the letter a.
I do not use that word lightly or comfortably. I am, in the formal sense, a man of letters. I have been an officer of instruction at several institutions of higher education (and I remind you here that I do not represent any of them and speak only for myself). I would not advise my students to use the term.
But the word is apt when I consider Vance’s silly and yet detestable moral collapse. Some people back in Vance’s home region of Appalachia thought his memoir, Hillbilly Elegy, was hollow and inaccurate, but for a time, other people—including me—were intrigued by his writing and public speaking. Vance lived as a child in a steel town in Ohio and spent his summers in the hills of eastern Kentucky, while I grew up amid the rotting factories of New England, solidly in the working class but not poor. I welcomed his willingness to cast a critical eye on his (and my) people, especially after years of conservative hand-wringing focused solely on the dysfunction of minority communities.
And then, he actually goes there:
His gooberish tweets, his recent declaration that the most important issue for Ohio is securing the southern border, his multimillion-dollar support from “ordinary folks” like Thiel—these all show that Vance is as mossy a creature as the swamp ever produced.
This hypocrisy makes him indistinguishable from other figures in American politics, such as Senators Tom Cotton and Josh Hawley, who are products of privilege and elite education and who now pretend to be tribunes of the Forgotten People. (Vance, predictably enough, has recently expressed his admiration for both.)
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The Moral Collapse of J. D. Vance
Instead of a truth-teller in his own community, Vance as a candidate has become a contemptible and cringe-inducing clown.
What do we call a man who turns on everything he once claimed to believe? For a practitioner of petty and self-serving duplicity, we use “sellout” or “backstabber.” (Sometimes we impugn the animal kingdom and call him a rat, a skunk, or a weasel.) For grand betrayals of weightier loyalties—country and faith—we invoke the more solemn terms of “traitor” or “apostate.”
But what should we call J. D. Vance, the self-described hillbilly turned Marine turned Ivy League law-school graduate turned venture capitalist turned Senate candidate? Words fail. His perfidy to his own people in Ohio is too big to allow him to escape with the label of “opportunist,” and yet the shabbiness and absurdity of his Senate campaign is too small to brand him a defector or a heretic.
My friend Preet Bharara, the former U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, tried to describe Vance recently and came up with “pathetic loser poser fake jerk,” but that is a lot of words. To distill the essence of Vance as a public figure, the word that enters my mind is an anatomical reference beginning with the letter a.
I do not use that word lightly or comfortably. I am, in the formal sense, a man of letters. I have been an officer of instruction at several institutions of higher education (and I remind you here that I do not represent any of them and speak only for myself). I would not advise my students to use the term.
But the word is apt when I consider Vance’s silly and yet detestable moral collapse. Some people back in Vance’s home region of Appalachia thought his memoir, Hillbilly Elegy, was hollow and inaccurate, but for a time, other people—including me—were intrigued by his writing and public speaking. Vance lived as a child in a steel town in Ohio and spent his summers in the hills of eastern Kentucky, while I grew up amid the rotting factories of New England, solidly in the working class but not poor. I welcomed his willingness to cast a critical eye on his (and my) people, especially after years of conservative hand-wringing focused solely on the dysfunction of minority communities.
And then, he actually goes there:
His gooberish tweets, his recent declaration that the most important issue for Ohio is securing the southern border, his multimillion-dollar support from “ordinary folks” like Thiel—these all show that Vance is as mossy a creature as the swamp ever produced.
This hypocrisy makes him indistinguishable from other figures in American politics, such as Senators Tom Cotton and Josh Hawley, who are products of privilege and elite education and who now pretend to be tribunes of the Forgotten People. (Vance, predictably enough, has recently expressed his admiration for both.)
@george-k said in Hillbilly Senator?:
The Moral Collapse of J. D. Vance
Instead of a truth-teller in his own community, Vance as a candidate has become a contemptible and cringe-inducing clown.
What do we call a man who turns on everything he once claimed to believe? For a practitioner of petty and self-serving duplicity, we use “sellout” or “backstabber.” (Sometimes we impugn the animal kingdom and call him a rat, a skunk, or a weasel.) For grand betrayals of weightier loyalties—country and faith—we invoke the more solemn terms of “traitor” or “apostate.”
But what should we call J. D. Vance, the self-described hillbilly turned Marine turned Ivy League law-school graduate turned venture capitalist turned Senate candidate? Words fail. His perfidy to his own people in Ohio is too big to allow him to escape with the label of “opportunist,” and yet the shabbiness and absurdity of his Senate campaign is too small to brand him a defector or a heretic.
My friend Preet Bharara, the former U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, tried to describe Vance recently and came up with “pathetic loser poser fake jerk,” but that is a lot of words. To distill the essence of Vance as a public figure, the word that enters my mind is an anatomical reference beginning with the letter a.
I do not use that word lightly or comfortably. I am, in the formal sense, a man of letters. I have been an officer of instruction at several institutions of higher education (and I remind you here that I do not represent any of them and speak only for myself). I would not advise my students to use the term.
But the word is apt when I consider Vance’s silly and yet detestable moral collapse. Some people back in Vance’s home region of Appalachia thought his memoir, Hillbilly Elegy, was hollow and inaccurate, but for a time, other people—including me—were intrigued by his writing and public speaking. Vance lived as a child in a steel town in Ohio and spent his summers in the hills of eastern Kentucky, while I grew up amid the rotting factories of New England, solidly in the working class but not poor. I welcomed his willingness to cast a critical eye on his (and my) people, especially after years of conservative hand-wringing focused solely on the dysfunction of minority communities.
And then, he actually goes there:
His gooberish tweets, his recent declaration that the most important issue for Ohio is securing the southern border, his multimillion-dollar support from “ordinary folks” like Thiel—these all show that Vance is as mossy a creature as the swamp ever produced.
This hypocrisy makes him indistinguishable from other figures in American politics, such as Senators Tom Cotton and Josh Hawley, who are products of privilege and elite education and who now pretend to be tribunes of the Forgotten People. (Vance, predictably enough, has recently expressed his admiration for both.)
This sort of prancing sanctimony reminds me of David Brooks' writing when he was in full TDS mode.
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J.D. Vance has secured Trump’s endorsement and will appear on stage with Trump at a rally in Delaware County.
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Indeed. How is this different from Biden's 'evolution' of his views over time? Obama's 'evolving' views on gay marriage? Political reality will always set in. If you don't get elected, you can't do any good.
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Indeed. How is this different from Biden's 'evolution' of his views over time? Obama's 'evolving' views on gay marriage? Political reality will always set in. If you don't get elected, you can't do any good.
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Lots of people do good without getting elected.
I would question the idea that the primary reason many have for getting elected is to do good. It’s a nice idea, but seriously…..
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Lots of people do good without getting elected.
I would question the idea that the primary reason many have for getting elected is to do good. It’s a nice idea, but seriously…..
@Doctor-Phibes said in Hillbilly Senator?:
Lots of people do good without getting elected.
I would question the idea that the primary reason many have for getting elected is to do good. It’s a nice idea, but seriously…..
Status seeking might better explain the motivation. It’s actually incredible to me the degree to which our state of the art concept of the human condition remains essentially magical thinking. We can’t even get on the same page with these basic human motivations, preferring fairy tales instead. I see this as a symptom of progressive white female ideas being our predominant ideological underpinning.
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Because 100 years ago men recognized their chief motivation as seeking status and didn’t tell themselves lovely stories about their fine motivations?
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I'm pretty sure Jay Leno was all about status. He sure didn't need the money.
Has it really been 100 years already?
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